Burning the Midnight Oil: A Single Dad Small Town Romance

Chapter 28

Itried to be strong. I really did, but I’m a warm-blooded gay man who can only hold himself back so much when the one man I’ve obsessively thought about for months now—years, if I’m finally being honest with myself—is practically begging me to give in to him. Our mouths fuse together in a messy clash of lips, teeth, and tongues. We taste each other like we’re both starving, like we can’t get enough.

Boone’s hands leave the desk, arms wrapping around my middle as he hauls me closer to his body. Mine circle his neck, holding on for dear life as he effectively knocks me off my axis. Something about Boone Stanton makes me feel out of control in the very best and most confusing way. With his tongue licking into my mouth, tangling with my own, it’s like he’s trying to memorize the taste of me. His teeth nibble on my bottom lip, tugging, teasing, before he abandons my mouth in favor of my neck.

He”s everywhere. There isn’t a single inch of flesh on my neck untouched by his firm, heated, hungry lips. My body is vibrating with a need so strong for him, it feels like I might combust if I don’t have him. Using my hands on his head, I guide his mouth back up to mine. The rain hasn’t let up outside. It’s coming down in heavy sheets, and in my mind, it’ll wash away all the wrong we’re about to do. The wrong that feels so utterly right in this moment. It’ll wash it all away as long as we get it out of our systems before it clears. Because that’s all this is… Another itch we both need to scratch. It has to be.

I’ll let him fuck me this one time, and I’ll be able to walk away, because it’s just sex. It’s just a carnal, physical attraction. Nothing more. It can never be anything more. It’s a desperation I’m clinging to as his fingers find the hem of my soaked t-shirt and he pulls it over my head, letting it fall to the ground. Boone steps back, eyes raking over my chest. His fingers trail from the base of my throat down to my navel. A shiver racks through me, having his eyes and his featherlight touch on my body.

His index finger comes up, swirling teasingly around my right nipple, his other hand coming up to do the same to the left. My lips part, a breathy moan falling from between them as he takes the hard buds between his fingers, twisting and tweaking in a way that I can feel deep in my balls. I lean back, resting my elbows on the desk behind me as I watch Boone drink me in. He presses closer, replacing his fingers with his mouth on one of my nipples. Tingles ripple through my veins as I feel his tongue twirl around the sensitive bud. My head drops back as he sucks on it a little before moving to do the same to the other side. With my cock hard and throbbing underneath my soaked jeans, my hips are undulate of their own volition the more he licks and sucks on me. It’s a sensation felt everywhere, and it’s too much and not enough at the same time.

“Boone…” His name leaves my lips breathlessly. It’s a plea for more. It’s desperation. It’s dripping with arousal.

With a quick graze of his teeth, he lets go, standing tall as his dark, lust-drunk eyes take me in. “I want you,” he declares, his voice raspy and deep, statement unabashed and sure. It sends another shiver through my body that I can’t hide.

“Me too,” I admit through a whisper, like maybe if I speak it quietly enough, it won’t count.

His large, rough hands flex at his sides before he brings his fingers up to the button on my jeans. A look of uncertainty passes through his gaze for a moment, but it’s gone almost as soon as it came. Boone flicks the button open before sliding the zipper down, then his gaze lifts to meet mine, and there’s a sense of vulnerability looking back at me. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he tells me softly, and it warms something in my chest. It reminds me this is new for him, being with a man.

Bringing my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod, lifting my hips off the desk in invitation. Boone hooks his fingers into my waistband and, without ever taking his eyes off mine, he drags the wet material—my boxers too—down my legs. He has to stop about halfway through so he can take my boots off, which he does slowly. Before I know it, I’m lying on this desk, naked in front of Boone, while he’s still completely dressed. My skin is burning up with the weight of his stare. Part of me wants to cover myself up, while the other can’t get enough of the way he’s looking at me.

My dick is painfully hard and laying against my lower stomach. Arousal drips out through the slit, pooling on my skin, and a quick glance down lets me know Boone’s hard too.

“My God, look at you,” he mutters, almost to himself. I wonder if he even realized he said it out loud. He runs his palms flat up my thighs before curling his fingers and going back down, the light scratching sensation sending goosebumps all over my body. My cock gives an appreciative—and slightly needy—twitch as he gets close to it, and his eyes flit up to mine. “What do I do?”

My heart beats faster in my chest, head dizzy. I swallow around the dryness in my throat. “Do what you would do to yourself, but to me. Start there.”

Boone clenches his jaw and nods. Raising his hand up to his face, he licks the length of his palm before bringing it to my cock. He wraps a steady hand around it, gaze alternating between my face and my dick. I hiss through gritted teeth as soon as he makes contact with me, and let out a long, low groan as he starts to stroke me. His movements are slow and unsure at first, but after a few moments, he gets a little more sure. A little more confident.

Reaching up and grabbing a fistful of Boone’s shirt, I yank him down until his lips meet mine. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs, bringing him even closer to me as his hand continues to work me over between us.

“So good,” I moan against his mouth, flicking my tongue inside.

Despite being fully clothed, Boone grinds his hips against me as he pumps me in his hand, and the knowledge that he needs to seek some friction and pleasure because of this turns me on so much more. We alternate between kissing each other savagely, like we can’t get enough of one another and panting against each other’s mouths. I need more of him, all of him. Need to feel him inside of me.

I grip the hair on the back of Boone’s head and pull his face away from mine. Looking him in the eyes, I say, “I want you to fuck me.”

The startled look on his face and the way he swallows hard would make me laugh if I wasn’t so fucking horny. “Really?”

I nod. “Please, Boone. I need you.”

A sexy, low growl rips from the back of his throat as he reaches behind his head and removes his shirt, tossing it on the ground beside mine. Steadying myself on one arm, I wrap my hand around my cock, slowly pumping myself as I watch him rid himself of his jeans too. He does it slowly. Methodically. Pants first, then his briefs, putting on a seductive show for me, and I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it.

My mouth waters as his thick, veiny cock springs free, the tip swollen and purple. I drag my gaze slowly up his insanely tight body. From the deep, carved-from-stone Adonis belt, to his abs, all the way up to his defined pecs that flex under my gaze. His chest is hairy, but not overly so. It’s perfect. Boone Stanton is huge, imposing, and all man. Mirroring my movements, he wraps a tight fist around his length, stroking languidly from base to tip. His wrist twists on the downstroke, and the cords in his forearm bulge in a way that makes my stomach dip.

It hits me that we don’t have lube. Glancing behind me on the desk, I look for anything that we can use instead, coming up empty. I lean over, pulling out the top drawer, and bingo! A tube of Aquaphor sits toward the back. Grabbing it, I pop open the cap and pour some onto my fingers, reaching between my thighs as I work myself open. Boone’s gaze is zeroed in on the way my fingers sink in and out of my ass while he strokes himself lazily.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask once I feel I’ve prepped myself enough.

His hand stops jacking himself as his mouth turns down into a frown. “I don’t.”

Shit. “I don’t either.”

Boone chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before he says, “I get tested before the circuit every year during my physical. It’s always been negative, and I haven’t been with anybody in over a year.”

My brows raise in surprise. I’m actively trying to ignore the fact that he’s been intimate with my sister before, but the fact that they haven’t had sex in over a year is a little shocking to me. Clearing my throat, I shove that thought aside. “I’m negative too.”

“Should we stop?” he asks, his hand working himself over again.

I can’t help the laugh that bubbles past my lips. “I mean…yeah, probably. But not for this reason.” I pause for a moment, swallowing down the urge to think rationally because, for once, I want to take what I want without feeling bad about it. So, I add, “But I don’t want to stop.”

He takes a step toward me, closing the distance, and taking the tube from my hand. “Good. Me either.”

Watching in rapt silence as he lathers his cock up with the cream, lust flows through my veins and my heart beats a mile a minute. In the very, very far back of my mind, I know this is a bad idea. It’s going to change everything, and probably come back to bite me in the ass, but right here, right now? I simply don’t care, because I want—no, need—him in my ass. I need Boone like my lungs need air. It’s as simple as that. As primal as that. Why it’s him I need instead of somebody more…acceptable, I don’t know. But that’s future Grady’s problem.

Boone lines himself up, the blunt, flared tip of his cock pressing against my hole. He fists himself at the base with one hand, while the other holds on to my hip. Dark brown eyes come up to meet mine, and there’s a vulnerability, a nervousness, in them that makes my chest squeeze.

Nodding, I say quietly, “Just go slow at first.”

One of my hands is resting flat on the desk behind me, while the other wraps around the back of Boone’s neck. My pulse is racing, blood roaring in my ears. Leaning in toward me, Boone captures my lips with his as he eases only the tip inside of me. The intrusion stings, it steals the breath from my lungs, but it’s as if he’s feeding me the oxygen I need with this kiss. He slips his tongue past my lips, rolling it against mine. Easing in slowly, inch by inch, he eventually bottoms out, but he never stops kissing me. He does so reverently, like he needs this.

I drop my head back, the pain and the sting morphing into pleasure as he draws almost all the way out before sinking back in, harder this time. His lips trail along my jaw as he nips and sucks, making his way down to my neck, where he buries his face.

“Christ, Grady,” he groans against my skin. “You’re…so…tight.”

Words are impossible, so I just grip his neck a little tighter as a moan slips past my lips. Pleasure ricochets through every inch of my body; out through my arms, down my legs, it drifts up to my head, making it feel light and fuzzy. My balls ache, my dick throbs, leaking a puddle of sticky arousal onto my stomach as he thrusts into me, pace picking up with each moment that passes.

“Boone…harder, please,” I beg. “I need you.”

“You feel so good,” he mutters before sealing his mouth to mine again in a kiss that sears through me.

He wraps his arm around my lower back, keeping me flush against him as he uses his other hand to keep him steady on the desk. I tighten both arms around his neck, desperately needing to be as close to him as I can get. He’s got such a powerful hold on my body, I’m practically lifted off the desk as he pounds into my ass, giving me exactly what I asked for in spades.

“You’re perfect.” Boone breathes the words into my mouth like a prayer. “Look at you taking my cock so well…” Another hungry kiss, and he swallows the whimper that falls from my lips with another brutal thrust. “I can’t get enough of you…” Kiss. Thrust. “You drive me fucking crazy.” More, more, more. “What is it about you? Fuck!”

Boone drives into me harder, fucks me faster, deeper. A sheen of sweat covers my overheated skin. The rumbling thunder outside has nothing on the sound of our slick bodies slapping together. It’s filthy and crude. Addicting and euphoric.

I can’t think.

I can’t seem to drag in air fast enough.

I can’t do anything except hold on and let him destroy me.

We move together in perfect synchrony, and when he pulls back, meeting my gaze, I nearly combust on the spot. His pupils are blown, eyes glazed over, eyelids heavy and hooded, cheeks flushed a rosy red. I’ve never seen him look more gone than he looks right now.

Heat pools low in my groin as pressure builds. It spreads until it feels like I can’t hold on any longer. “I’m close,” I cry out, reaching between us to wrap a shaky hand around my throbbing length. “Boone… Fuck!”

A growl rumbles from his chest, and he somehow fucks me even harder than before. “Let me see you come, G,” he rasps. “Give it to me.”

I’m panting, my chest heaving with fast, shallow breaths as the pressure increases within me until I can’t hold on any longer. I cry out, head thrown back as my cock pulses, my release covering my hand.

“Fuck yes,” Boone hisses. “That’s it.”

He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he goes harder. With each brutal thrust, I feel my walls breaking down. Every look into my eyes, every moan that slips past his lips, I feel myself cracking. And as his body tenses up and he spills his release inside of me, I just know… I fucked up because I didn’t just let Boone inside my body today. I let him inside my heart too, and the aftermath is going to crush me.

After we cleanedourselves up at the barn, the storm subsided enough that we were able to drive back home. Neither of us said a word to each other the whole drive, and if I had to guess, I’d say we were both probably in a little shock over what happened. That was hands down the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. And it never should’ve happened. If I thought I was into Boone before, it has nothing on how I feel now that I know what it feels like to have him inside of me. Now that I know what it feels like to have his face inches from mine, hot, ragged breath brushing across my lips as he comes.

I’m such an idiot. A lovesick, horny-for-Boone idiot.

Having to sit at the table with Jade, Suzy, and Boone earlier after we got home as we ate dinner was the most uncomfortable experience I’ve ever had. Knowing what we had done just hours before was torture. I couldn’t even look at him. Or Jade. Don’t even get me started on the fucking guilt I feel. I betrayed my sister again. God, she’d hate me if she knew.

A soft, barely-there knock sounds at my door. Glancing at the clock next to my bed, I note that it’s nearly eleven o’clock. My heart races as I climb out of bed and pad across the hardwood floor toward the door. Is it Jade? Did she find out, and now she’s here to disown and kick me out of her house?

I pull the door open, surprised to find Boone standing on the other side. My heart races all over again, but for a very different reason. He’s dressed in only a pair of black briefs, and he smells so good. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but the ends of his hair appear to be wet, like maybe he took a shower not that long ago.

Face unreadable as he stares at me, he asks quietly, “Can I come in?”

Unable to think straight or respond, I open the door wider and step to the side, letting him pass by me. His fresh, clean scent wafts by stronger this time as he enters my space, and I hate how much I want to bury myself against him so I can live and breathe that smell for as long as possible. I don’t bother turning on the light. The air between us is tense. It simmers without either of us having to say a word.

Boone rounds my bed, climbing on and getting underneath the covers, and I do the same. It’s like a million things are being said without ever actually speaking. In an instant, Boone’s strong arms are wrapped around me, and I’m pulled into his chest. His heartbeat thumps against my cheek, and I let out a sigh. How can being here like this feel so right when I know it’s wrong?

My heart feels twice the size it should be, stomach up in my throat. One of his hands is cupping the back of my head, fingers threading through the strands of hair while his other is rubbing mindless circles on my bare back. It’s comforting and soothing. It almost feels like he somehow knows the guilt I’m feeling, and he’s trying to take it from me. Trying to quiet my mind for me.

My eyes burn with hot tears the longer he holds me, and I really think I might lose it when I feel his soft lips press down on the top of my head. During this entire interaction, neither of us says a single word. But it’s somehow exactly what I need, at least for tonight.

Sex with Boone is earth shattering.

But this—falling asleep wrapped up in his touch? It’s everything.

Eventually, I do drift off, and when I wake, he’s gone and the side of the bed he was occupying is cold. I can’t help but wonder if I made the whole thing up in my head. Maybe it was nothing more than a dream, except when I roll over and press my face into the pillow beside me, I catch a whiff of his scent, and I know it was real.

Too bad it doesn’t change anything.